I don't really have anything to say right now, so. . .Mazel Tov! Whatever the fuck that means.
1st Person POV
I sat up and yawned, stretching my arms up and smiling contentedly. What a good night's rest. I looked back down and smiled. She was still asleep. I leaned over her, and stared down at her.
The porcelain white skin, multi-colored hair, and the rumpled nightgown by themselves would have been cute, but together. . .Well, let's just say that she's gorgeous. I leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead and pulled back, only to find her rainbow colored eyes staring at me.
"Oh! C-Cali! You're awake." She nodded.
"Yes." I looked around at everything but her, avoiding her eyes. Then I noticed the other three empty beds.
"Wha-?! Those assholes left us!" Cali looked up at me.
"You told them to 'fuck off and let me sleep', so they did." I flushed and nodded, embarrassed.
"Oh yeah, I vaguely remember that." She curled her legs up under her and watched me as I paced. "Well, that'sjust great, I still have to take a shower and get dressed and comb my hair and I'll still have to-"
"Anna?" I turned and looked at her.
"Yeah?" She pointed at the clock.
"It's 8:59."
"Fuck!"
Ruby POV
I sighed and doodled on my paper, Professor Port's voice fading to background noise as he regaled us with another of his infamously boring hunting tales.
"Weiss, do you understand what he's talking about?" She sighed and lifted her Grimm Studies notes paper, and I saw that she'd spent the entire beginning of class doodling snowflakes. That struck me as really cute for some reason.
I leaned forward a bit and looked down at Blake and Yang, finding Yang amusing herself by drawing on her belly with a marker, and Blake reading a book in her lap. Then she looked up and turned toward the door. I followed her gaze and soon heard it.
Footsteps were running this way. I watched the door, on edge, wondering who was coming this way. Then two girls appeared, one with black hair, and another with strange four-colored hair. Port turned and looked at them and smiled.
"Ha HA! Welcome to Grimm Studies my dears, please, take a seat." He boomed with a wink, noticeably not mentioning their tardiness. The black haired one cringed and pushed the girl with the multi-colored haired up the stairs. They walked up and around, sitting down somewhere behind us.
I glanced back at them and found they were sitting back two rows and slightly to the right. The black haired girl's hair was wet and, implying that she'd just taken a shower, which in turn implied that she'd woken up late.
The other girl looked like she might still be asleep. Her hair was her most notable feature, being four different colors at once. It looked like she'd alternately dyed her hair white, green, pink, and then blue in layers that together were actually pretty cool looking. Her hairstyle kind of reminded me of mine, except her bangs were more even and her hair is a bit longer and thicker.
She turned and caught my gaze with a pair of bright blue eyes, then looked away. The black haired girl saw me and smiled, so I smiled back and turned back around, ready to continue my 'studies'.
Anna POV
Was that who I think it was? I leaned over and pointed her out to Cali, who shrugged. I looked at her for a moment more, as she settled in a position of relative comfort, with her elbow planted on the long table and her face resting on her palm. Who was that girl? I vaguely recognize her.
I dismissed it and ripped a piece of paper out of my notebook, turning a bit. Cali watched me out of the corner of her eye for a while as I drew, sketching her profile with a sort of absent ease that came with knowing where to place every line and curve.
She sat completely still, which made her an excellent subject for my artistic studies, but I don't think she did it consciously. It would be really weird for anyone but her, though I'm not sure why it suits her. Esther Caligo is a bit of an enigma.
She rarely speaks, and when she does, she always does so in a soft voice, as if afraid to disturb the air. She walks with the quiet grace of a girl secure in her own skin and content to let others have the spotlight.
I shaded the different layers of her hair according to color, blue being the darkest, followed by green, which is darker than pink, which is just a bit darker than white. I let my hand lay down the sweeping lines for her neck and torso, contemplating how I'd do -her eyes.
The eyes always trouble me. I can't get them right, they never come out looking like they fit with the rest of the sketch. I sighed and thought, as I usually did on these occasions, the reason why. Because you just can't draw a rainbow with just a pencil. Sure, you could draw several arcs and call it a rainbow, but rainbows aren't known for their shape, but rather for their color. And no matter how hard you try, gray cannot imitate other colors.
That caused me to think about another unique aspect of the girl next to me. Her eyes weren't any one color, they could be a myriad of colors separately or all at once, depending on the light.
Still letting my hand do its own thing, I thought about how strange other people might think it that she was able to sit still for so long without going insane. That's another thing about Cali, I thought with a small smile. She actually doesn't move all that much, or that fast either for that matter. It's like her body refuses to move past a certain speed on its own.
And speaking of her body, I found my gaze irresistibly drawn to the supple curves hidden underneath her school uniform. Feeling like a creep, I tried to look away and succeeded for a moment, then my eyes were glued to her body again. My own body started to feel hot suddenly.
Ugh, when did I start having such creepy thoughts and reactions to my best friend? I thought, then answered myself sullenly. About when you started falling for her.
When the hell was that? I pondered that for a few minutes, my hand still moving on autopilot and filling the details on its own, and came up with the answer suddenly. Oh. It was just before we came to Beacon. She spent the night at my house and we took a shower together. I remembered that night vividly, as I did most things, and the details of her wet, naked body flooded my mind.
I mentally slapped myself and pushed the thoughts away. But it was too late. I looked down and stared, horrified, at the paper under my hand.
It was Cali in profile, with a bored expression as she'd been when I started (though I exaggerated the boredom a bit so that any outside observer could actually tell she bored), but she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing.
I'd just sketched my best friend naked. I glanced at her, hoping she hadn't noticed. Unfortunately, she was already looking at the paper. Immediately, I felt like the worst kind of human being in the entirety of Vytal.
I'd embarrassed her. It would be impossible for anyone who didn't know her as intimately as I did to be able to tell, but I knew from a slight quiver in her lower lip and the blush in her cheeks.
"Sorry," I said, and she looked at me. "Anatomy practice, I need to exercise my skills or I'll eventually lose them." The lie slid smoothly from my lips with an ease that scared me. I felt even worse than before when I saw that she believed me. You, Anna-Marie, need serious psychiatric help.
I sighed inwardly. Great, now I'm talking to myself. That just further cemented my conclusion.
I closed my notebook and turned my attention back forward, trying to listen as Professor Port droned on and on. My gaze and thoughts kept being drawn back to the girl in the red hood. Suddenly, it hit me.
Oh! Is that who she is?
Ruby POV
I flinched as something made contact with the back of my head and bounced off, landing inside my hood. I blinked and glanced of my shoulder. The black haired girl was smiling and pointing at my hood. I reached over my shoulder, trying to get to my hood and retrieve whatever it was that she threw, and Professor Port smiled.
"Yes?" I blinked at him.
"Huh?" Everyone was looking at me and I wanted to hide under my chair.
"Did you have something to add, Ms. Rose?" Think, Ruby, think. What was the last thing he said? Something like I followed the pack of Beowolf to. . . blah blah blah, marshmallow banana. I coughed.
"Uh, shouldn't the plural of Beowolf be Beowolves?" He thought about this, the nodded.
"A fair point, young lady." I heaved a relieved sigh and snatched the thin square from my hood. Paper? A note? Weiss leaned over and nudged me.
"Nice save." We laughed and I opened the note.
You're Ruby Rose, aren't you? I blinked and looked back. She raised her eyebrows, like she was saying: Well? Are you? I nodded and she scribbled something before passing it to the guy in front of her and asking him to pass it forward.
When it reached me I opened it and looked inside.
Sweet, can you stick around for a moment after class so we can talk?
I shrugged and nodded. She flashed a thumbs up and went back to working. Weiss looked over at me and read the notes and looked at me.
"I'll stay too, if you want." I grinned at her, relieved.
"That'd be great."
I was having trouble figuring out where to end that one, and how I was gonna end it. Ah well, whatever. I'm kinda fucking pissed off right now, though. Stupid fucking RT Sponsors. I was minding my own damn business, waiting to watch the damn thing, and when I went to comment how excited I was, I found that some asshat had outlined about the whole damn episode. Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but he'd revealed the most important part, a fucking hour before the fucking thing fucking opened. Fucking fucker. So yeah, pissed off but I figured this would be the episode where they find out about Blake being a faunus. It wasn't even ever a question with me, XD I knew since episode 8. It was a matter of wondering when they'd reveal it.